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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 6:08 pm
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You awaken on a briskly-cold but brightly sunny day on a rocky slope. The vegetation is sparse and the wind is biting, but the air is invigoratingly fresh. If you are a native Totoma, you recognize this as the foothills of your homeland. A strange, smooth-sided tower of black stone rises in the distance. Native Totoma may or may not recognize it as a landmark.
It is the wind the wakes her up though the rocks underneath had started to spread discomfort into her subconscious. Her eyes snap open and she is staring out at a landscape that is distinctly foreign. She immediately rises, pulling herself up into a unnaturally still stand, no defensive crouch for her yet. She surveys her surroundings carefully, not allowing herself to be lulled into a false sense of comfort by the strangely familiar wind, the bite of cold that sends her back to her naming dream. Her eyes are narrowed, cold, and her mouth twists into something dangerous as it becomes clearer and clearer that this is a place that is not the Swamp. It was concern enough to wake in a place different from the one that had captured her in sleep, but worse to be awaken in a foreign land.
She wondered, briefly and with some suspicion, why she did not feel the Ache. Surely the Swamp should be calling her back home. She was no half-breed who might have the benefit of foreign blood to allow her to walk away from the Swamp. She was as tied to the Swamp as the mangrove trees were tied to each other by their creeping roots. She hated to be out of motion in an unknown place, her surroundings making her unsure in a way she had never been before in the Swamp, so she began to move, loping across the rocks with an innate grace, even on hard ground so unlike the soft mud of the Swamp.
It is impulse to chase when a medium-sized dog-like creature suddenly appears, taking off into the distance after some unknown quarry. Through Your Eyes' pride was the hunt; even on familiar terrain, she had a natural speed that kept her on the heels of the impromptu prey. When she finally took her chance, pushing forward for a large leap, she found that the hard ground was much more conducive for jumping than the sucking mud and had overestimated the strength she had need to lend to the leap. She still landed on the animal, but found herself tumbling face first into the ground. She snapped back at the dog instinctively when teeth grazed her pelt. Bruised, but far from broken, she finally ended the tussle with a vicious bite that she used to slam the other creature into a rock.
Looking around her, she found that she was still alone, so, with a shrug, she began to eat, filling the air with the scent of blood.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 7:25 pm
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 8:36 pm
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She is just snapping a leg bone when the buck speaks. She jerks her head back roughly, tearing muscle tissue so that it hangs from the bone between her teeth in a grizzly display. There are few trees standing in the rocky landscape, but the buck has managed to find one to stand next to while she is perched on rocky, inhospitable ground with only a few trees to her back. The horizon is otherwise clear of any impediments and it as she considers the buck while crunching the bone into digestible slivers that she sees the tall tower in the background. It is strange and smooth, but nothing that she could recognize so she ignored it in favor of eating the bone and staring at the buck in a way that could be considered unnerving.
It is not her intention so much as it was her nature. She is a predator and it is what she does. Her gaze is rarely kind and when she is not joking, it takes on the edge of a hunt whether or not she is looking at intended prey or not. It is her version of neutral.
When the bone is crushed to nothing and swallowed, she finally speaks, her voice biting though she smiles, baring teeth, "Well, I'm not. I would much rather be back in the Swamp."
Sarano_Krem Shhhh, Storm, thinking about the past can be good for you. *pets gently*
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 5:53 pm
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Feral Storm starred back at the huntress. Being the warrior that he was, Storm had fought many predators, each of them giving him their own version of the stare this doe gave him now. He had grown accustomed to it and found it almost comforting in a way.
He took a moment to look down at her meal. He hadn't had anything since he woke up in this cold. One weaker than he would've asked for a share, but he was a warrior and was perfectly capable of finding his own food, as scarce as it may be in the snow covered land.
"I would rather be back there myself, but I have no idea where this place is."
A thought quickly occurred to Feral Storm, "Tell me, do you feel the Ache? I haven't felt its pull since I woke up."
Amorpheous if you had read his WIP solo under his profile, you would understand why he doesn't want to remember. unfortunately, whether he likes it or not, I'm making him face his past towards the end of his arc. so he probably hates me too
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 9:01 am
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"Do you know what the Ache does to kin like you and me?" She asked before lowering her head to tear a chunk of meat out of the dog-creature in front of her her. Her mouth twisted into a faint sneer, though her voice was darkly cheerful when she smoke, bloody teeth flashing, "It crushes us."
Her voice was raspy with disuse, reminiscent of the rustling of leaves in the fall, "Even the strongest kin succumb."
She laughed then, low and aimless, and drawls, "Though I hear there's an egotistical stag that does not feel the Ache anymore."
She smiled, but her eyes were cold, only glimmering faintly like that of a faintly amused owlcat. Her tail gives a lazy flick and she rolls her shoulders before she continues her meal.
Sarano_Krem Was re-reading our last rp and we shold definitely have Feral Storm and Last Night meet again, maybe to talk about his last thought about nature and nurture because she would definitely disagree with him.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 9:56 am
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 10:16 am
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 11:27 am
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 1:51 pm
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 4:32 pm
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 11:29 pm
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"I suddenly wish you were a philosopher," she replied archly with another lazy flick of her tail. "Better that than a fight monger."
She took a vicious bite out of the dog-creature, chewing and swallowing before drawling, "I suppose I'm stuck with you though, so I'll take what I can get. I'll just let you pick all the fights, shall I?"
She was clearly disdained of his attitude, his question, and his single-minded interest. She was a hunter, certainly, but she saw herself above a simple desire for violence or broadcast of strength.
Sarano_Krem Yeah, I'm hoping to see it happen sometime soon-ish, but who knows~ And ahaha, Through Your Eyes is so mean...
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2014 3:27 pm
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2014 11:54 pm
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2014 2:57 pm
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2014 4:30 pm
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